What are your paranormal experiences?

[Medium Laura Evans]

well Astral you have found us Glad to read your story!

[Medium Laura Evans]

Thanks Celeste ! That's so cool !

I too have had many, many experiences (yes my book is being written lol) but the one that lead me to where I am today is this....


I have been a psychic/medium since about the age of 5. Talking to my “imaginary friends” was something I was accustomed to and no one ever told me it was wrong. Sure I was a normal kid too. I played cops and robbers, dress-up and such, but I also played “cards” with my mom too.

We would have a stack of cards with colored circles on one side and a crazy black and white pattern on the back. I never knew my mother was “training” my psychic senses. I just knew it was a lot of fun to get 48/50 cards right!



When my father’s mother passed away I was 6 years old. She was in a coma after having a massive heart attack. I never told anyone that she had come to me in a dream while we were vacationing in Hawaii. She came to tell me that she had to go away and would see me again. The next day is when we found out that she was on life support back in Michigan. We flew home immediately. Several days later she was taken off support and passed away.


My parents wouldn’t allow me to attend the viewing or the funeral because I was so young. When they returned the day of her burial they were somber and glum.


I said to them “Grandma sure looked pretty in her pink dress. She must have been going to some special party in heaven!”. My parents looked shocked, stared at me and then each other. My dad finally said, “Yes, she had a wonderful party to attend and wanted to look beautiful.” I just smiled because I already knew. She was wearing the pink dress in my dream. It was much later in life that I learned from them I was indeed correct and that she was wearing a mauve colored dress in her casket.


At 17, I was as most teen girls; Boy crazy and wreckless. My mother gave me her old car to drive around and was in the process of looking for a new one for herself. I was just about to leave one day to go over to my boyfriend’s house and my mother asked me to drop by her mother’s house (Gram) and check on her. She had been calling her all day and there was no answer. My mother and Gram talked about 20 times a day on the phone, so this was very unusual. I agreed and went by the house.


That day changed my life. I found her breathing shallow and unmoving on the floor. She had tried to reach the phone and we suspect she fell - we learned afterwards, she had had a massive stroke. Emergency services were called and my Gram died 25 days later in the hospital as a result from a 2nd stroke.
The day of her funeral I had written a poem. Actually I know I didn’t write it, spirit wrote it through me. I read it out loud during her eulogy and everyone cried. I was sad because everyone in the family was sad, but I knew my Gram was still around. I could hear her.


Never realizing that others didn’t see or hear spirits like I did, it never occurred to me that it was odd or scary. Though, I didn’t share that information with many.


Gram was really happy that she was buried in a red dress. It was her late husband’s favorite color and she looked so beautiful. The roses on her casket were amazing and she again loved all the work my mother had put into her burial service.

Several days later my Gram kept bugging me to tell my mother something, over and over in my head she would say “Tell her! She needs to know!” She was so persistent that finally I agreed.



*** just a part of my book ***